I will once again imagine myself having stepped upon a threshold. The door was wide open and there is a lot of brightness ahead, crisp blue skies and emerald grass. And my beloved ocean, of course. I am not hesitant, I am only hopeful. Good things await to happen. 2020 sounds good in many ways. It feels good when I say it or think it. A good, round sound. It feels luminous, crystalline. Like having 20/20 vision perhaps. A clear road ahead, even if I cannot know exactly where it is taking me.
I wish everybody good walking boots, a keen eye and a fluffy soul. A very Happy New Year!
I've been thinking for a while about putting up a blog with just cute/weird/funny pictures of my kitty -yes, just an old-fashioned blog, not instagram or anything like that- and for some reason today is the day I decided to post there for the first time.
So what do I see when I look at the post? Lo and behold, it's 7th of May.
Why does it feel familiar?
Well, because 7th of May, 2007, was the first day of Chick with a Quill...
So, yup, 11 years! Unbelievable!
I can't thank enough everybody who ever stopped by to read a thought and share some thoughts... You mean the world to me!
When did 2017 go away and what did I do a whole year?
Well, I don’t really know… I worked. Drove up to the gate of Area 51. Solved a lot
of limits and derivatives. Cooked. Watched some Supernatural, some X-Files, a
lot of Ancient Aliens, read a few books, but far fewer than I would’ve hoped
for, and basically didn’t write one proper word of fiction. (I thought about it
a lot, about this story that I still hope to write one day.)
Overall I just had this overwhelming feeling of being swept
off my feet by… by whom? Was it Time? Was it Life sneaking up on me? I don’t
If I had to pick one great thing that happened this year, it
would be my cat Blues being well again. If you read my post from one year ago,
maybe you remember that he was very sick, his kidneys almost gone, and given
not even two months to live. Two weeks ago his blood test results came normal.
Is this a miracle, or what? It is, I think, and something else too. I’ll tell
you how I think that Blues got well. In the New Year. Until then, be well.
Happy New Year!
I wish everybody, big and small, a blessed, healthy 2017. Be kind to you and to those around you. Dream. Hope. Laugh. Dance.
(And if nothing else works, we could always follow the advice of my favorite angel, Castiel.)
On a more serious note, if you have a good thought to spare, please send it to this little fellow.
This is Blues, the child of a cat and a child of mine. He is four years old. He is the sweetest, gentlest, cutest, cuddliest cat I've ever met. In November, we have discovered that his kidneys are not well. Over Christmas, he's been in the hospital, on IVs. Now he's at home and doing much better. Here he is, asleep on my lap after he ate plenty of shrimp to celebrate the New Year.
(You can see where the fur was shaved for the catheter. His skin is grey where his fur is grey and pink where the fur is white...)
This, they say, is not a curable disease. The prognosis, they say, is guarded. Well, I intend to prove them wrong. Other people have done it. I do believe that there is more to all life on this Earth than we are generally taught there is. I do believe that we are all linked in ways much deeper than we could probably imagine. And if we do touch that deeper level then amazing, wonderful "miracles" could happen.
Blues seriously needs all the positive energy and all the good vibes he can get. So, please, do send some his way from the kindness of your heart.
oh, no, it’s not that I don’t like Autumn
I find her quite aesthetically pleasing—
a painter of inimitable talent
concocter of tart perfumes
and sweet essences
a virtuoso of rustlings
but I think I can see
beyond her masks
of reds and golds
a cruel magician casting
the last illusion of bounty
the great hope of renewal
for our fearful souls
before it’s all gone
in the anticlimactic finale of
a flamboyant show
and all that’s left is
just the end
It's been a day with a lot of walking in downtown Reykjavik from the Old Harbour, to the church Hallgrímskirkja, to the Saga Museum, up and down the few more popular streets. We even saw Owen Wilson! (No picture of him, unfortunately!) He was with three guys, he looked taller than I thought he was (and that Imdb says he is) and it looked like he was looking for a bar or restaurant...
I have a few other pictures though...
Reykjavik, as seen from the tower of Hallgrímskirkja...
Goose meat salad for lunch...
Later, a hot dog (pylsur in Icelandic) from the stand in the Old Harbour. People like Bill Clinton and members of Metallica have eaten here. Hot dogs in Iceland are quite good. They're made of lamb meat and "the works" means with fresh onions, fried onions, ketchup, sweet mustard, and remoladi, a mayonnaise based sauce with relish. Very tasty!
No internet last night.... but yesterday was a perfect day around the Snaefellnes Peninsula, and up the mountain too. Today, it was lava fields and lava tubes.... and then, finally, Reykjavik.
It's been an otherworldly trip and sadness is nibbling at my heart because it'll soon be over... But, hey, I have a full day tomorrow in Reykjavik and since the days are so long here in summer, I'll make the most out of it.
Here are some highlights from yesterday and today.
Up the Snaefellsjökull of Center of the Earth fame...
Hraunfossar, a series of waterfalls made up of rivulets streaming from the Hallmundarhraun lava field over a distance of about 900 metres. The lava field was formed in an eruption from long ago, from one of the volcanoes under the Langjökull glacier...
Hallgrímskirkja in Reykjavik...
Nice Irish pub in Reykjavik... I wish I could say I was inside, but I couldn't have left my daughter's on the sidewalk...
This is for my blogging friend, deep poet of the real and great editor, The Walking Man. I wish to you with all my heart that you see this dream come true. It might have to be by other means than by foot or by boat, but I truly hope that it will be.
This is the Arctic Circle Monument on Grímsey, an island situated on the Arctic Circle, 41 kilometres off the North coast of Iceland. The island is 5.3 square kilometres, 5.5 kilometres long, volcanic rock surrounded by the Arctic Ocean, covered in low grasses and amazing flowers. It is home to around 80 people, courageous fishermen and their families -and one million birds...
Godafoss, the Waterfall of the Gods, is nicknamed by locals "The Beauty", as opposed to Dettifoss, "The Beast." Its name has to do with the conversion of Iceland to Christianity in the year 1000, when all the old Nordic gods were thrown in the water as a symbolic act of conversion.
Heading north into Akureyri and Tröllaskagi, the Troll Peninsula...
Krap, funny (for us) name for very yummy Icelandic slush...
Trolls in Akureyri...
Almost midnight in Ólafsfjördur... with focus on the ground and on the sky...
It's past midnight and there's no need to turn on the lights in the house we're renting. I'm not sleepy at all, but I have to go to bed... tomorrow it's the Artic Circle... Good night!